The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

"Anyang!"

"Sister, you are here."

"you……"

"Handsome brother said this is a cheesecake, it's super delicious! Sister, do you want to have a bite?"

An Jing stood where she was, still breathing, but was so surprised by the scene in front of her that her expression was about to collapse.

She was worried about the little Lolita, who was sitting happily on the well-made wooden chair at this time, stuffing a sweet cake into her mouth with a happy face, and her two short legs swayed in a cheerful rhythm. .

The most terrible thing is that the middle-aged man she mistook for the kidnapper just now stepped forward very kindly and gently wiped the cream off Anyang's mouth with a white handkerchief, just like a warm picture.

"Miss An Jing must be hungry after training for so long. If there is anything you want to eat, I can tell the kitchen to make it now." The middle-aged man walked up to An Jing and said to her: "Missy is busy with work, so I can't be on time today. Come back for dinner and tell you to eat first."

If An Jing was born in this luxurious villa, it might be easier to understand what he said, but the problem is, it's the first time she's seen these people in this place, why does this person seem to leave her here after dinner? , as it should be.

"Who is your eldest lady?" An Jing wondered how many people she knew around her could afford to live in such a villa.

"The artist director of AW, Ge Zijie." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes again, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to have been measured with a ruler, keeping the same height as every time he smiled before, "I am the housekeeper hired by the eldest lady, my surname is Chen, other people usually call me Uncle Chen, if you don't mind, you can also call me that."

"Director?"

An Jing felt that the current situation was becoming more and more difficult to understand why Ge Zijie suddenly invited herself to her home as a guest.

Uncle Chen saw that An Jing hadn't spoken for a long time, so he thought she was looking for Ge Zijie again, "Missy sent a message saying that she will be back around 06:30, do you want to wait for her to come back before eating?"

"No, I want to go back." An Jing walked to Anyang who was eating with gusto, took away the fork in her hand, and hugged him in her arms, "Go, say goodbye to uncle."

Anyang reluctantly watched the delicious cake drift away from him, and obediently waved at the men in suits in the room, "Goodbye, uncle."

"Miss An Jing."

The smiling Uncle Chen blocked the door, holding a mobile phone in his hand, "Miss asked you to listen to the phone."

An Jing glanced at Uncle Chen's expression. Although she smiled gently, An Jing knew that if she didn't answer, he would definitely not let her go away.

"Hello."

"It's me." With two simple words and a unique tone, An Jing immediately confirmed that Ge Zijie was really on the other side of the phone.

"Director, what's going on..."

"AW is obliged to help the contracted trainees and artists to solve the problem of food and lodging, and you will live in that villa with Anyang from now on." Ge Zijie's voice sounded calm, as if this was not unreasonable at all.

"Really! Then Anyang can eat cake every day?"

An Jing glared at her, "Don't eat too much sweet, you have a bad stomach."

"Oh." Anyang pouted and lowered his head.

After solving the troublesome little girl, An Jing turned her attention back to the phone again, "Director, thank you for your kindness, but as far as I know, there is no company in the circle whose trainees are treated so well."

While speaking, An Jing looked around the hall with her gaze, not to mention how expensive a full set of wooden tables, chairs, leather sofas would be, just this wallpaper with fine patterns can cover her for a month in one square meter. Food expenses.

"I'll tell you the details when I get back. First, let Uncle Chen instruct the kitchen to cook for you."

"Can--"

The director is worthy of being the director, and his usual vigorous and decisive actions can always be of the best use at the most critical time. Before An Jing could say a word, she was stuck on the other end of the phone line.

Turning his head, it was Uncle Chen's narrowed smiling eyes again, "What would Miss An Jing want to eat?"

"No, I'll sit and wait for the director to come back."

An Jing said that sitting was really sitting, and she didn't make any other movements. For an hour and a half, she just sat on the sofa without moving, staring at the gate, like a statue of wood.

And Chen Bo on the side was obviously of a higher rank, he stood and waited with An Jing for an hour and a half.

Finally, when it was getting dark, the sound of a car engine came from outside the door, An Jing clenched her fists on her knees, and a nervous look appeared on her face.

"Miss, welcome home."

The slender figure who was waiting for An Jing appeared at the door, her fingers wearing silver rings were resting on the buttons of the coat, she shook her shoulders, handed the coat she took off to Uncle Chen, and followed her to roll up the sleeves, Showing her smooth forearm, she walked towards An Jing.

An Jing stared at her and subconsciously moved her buttocks to make room for her.

So weird.

An Yang was sitting with his little feet up and watching TV, the sound of cartoons was playing loudly on the TV, and in such an environment, sitting next to An Jing was the unsmiling director.

It looks as if she is a wife who is waiting for her husband to return.

No, no!